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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.