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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.