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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 David Axelrod to the funk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.