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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.