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 Indonesia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.