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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Urselle to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Fear,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.