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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo 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?
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.