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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.