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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.