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 Liechtenstein 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the rock 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
The Move,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.