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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.