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 Ukraine 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 sitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.