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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
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Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.