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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.