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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.