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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Residents to the techno 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.