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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.