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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.