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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.