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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
AZ,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.