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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Magma,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.