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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.