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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.