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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
The Wake,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.