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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.