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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.