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 Fiji and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids 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?
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Connie Case,
Index,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.