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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Houston and Houston.
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 808 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.