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 Macedonia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.