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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.