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 Syria 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.