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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Slave,
Nico,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Nas,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.