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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.