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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.