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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.