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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the dance 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.