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 Libya and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.