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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.