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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.