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 Liberia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.