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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 rhodes 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.