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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.