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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.