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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.