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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 David Axelrod to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.