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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.