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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Pagans,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.