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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive to the punk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.