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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.