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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
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Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.