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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Organ,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.