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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 The Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
MC5,
The Happenings,
PIL,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Gong,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.