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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.