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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses 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?
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.