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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.