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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 The Raincoats to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Slave,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.