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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
UT,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.