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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Echospace,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.