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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.