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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.