Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.