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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.