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 Peru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.