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 Panama and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD 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?
CMW,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.