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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.