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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.