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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.