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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.