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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.