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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.