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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Negative Approach to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.