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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.