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 Philippines and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.