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 Nigeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Index,
The Selecter,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.