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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.