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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.