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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.