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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
CMW,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.