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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
The Standells,
The Motions,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Cluster,
Oneida,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.