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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.