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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
June Days,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.