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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Can,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.