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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.