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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.