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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.