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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.