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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Scion,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.