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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 organ 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.