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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.