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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.