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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.