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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.