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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Suburban Knight to the disco 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.