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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.