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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.