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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 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 Desert Stars to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.