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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Oneida to the dance 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.