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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.