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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Crime,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.