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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.