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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.