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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.