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 Uruguay 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.