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 Gabon and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Mantronix 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.