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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.