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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.