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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.