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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Little Man,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.