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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.