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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.