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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 snare 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Aswad,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.