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 Panama 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.