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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.