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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.