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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Fear,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.