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 Turkey 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Can,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.