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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Guru Guru to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.