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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.