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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Television,
Suicide,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.