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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.