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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.