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 Denmark and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Slick Rick to the rap 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Index,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.