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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Jandek,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.