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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Cramps,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Technova,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.