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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.