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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.