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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.