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 Spain 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.