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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.