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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Index,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.