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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s 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 Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
The Doors,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.