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 Burundi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.