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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the punk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.