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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
PIL,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.