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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.