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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 güiro 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.