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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.