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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.