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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Can,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.