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 Gabon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.