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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
New Order,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.