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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.