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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
The Residents,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.