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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
JFA,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.