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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.