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 Estonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.