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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 MDC to the rap 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Main Source,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.