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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.