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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.