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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Motorama 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.