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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.