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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.