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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.