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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the dance 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.