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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.