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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
MDC,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.