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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.