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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Nico to the disco 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.