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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Das Ding to the techno 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Index,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.