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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.