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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Quantec,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.