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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the rock 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Crime,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.