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 Japan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.