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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.