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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.