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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Visage,
Symarip,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.