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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.