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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Brick,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.