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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.