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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.