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 Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Model 500 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
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.