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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.