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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.