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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.