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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.