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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the funk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.