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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the rap 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.