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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
10cc,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.