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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Smog,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.