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 Libya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.