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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.