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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
The Victims,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.