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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.