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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crooked Eye 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
ABC,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
DNA,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.