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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.