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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 the Soft Cell to the funk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.