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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.