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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.