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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.