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 Chile and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers 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 rock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.