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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the funk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
AZ,
The Seeds,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.