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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Scion,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.