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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
MDC,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.