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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.