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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Ludus,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.