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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.