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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Ten City,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.