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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.