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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.