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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 The Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale 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?
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.