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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.