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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.