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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Star Department to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.