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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.