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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.