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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Nico,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.