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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.