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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.