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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Rekid,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.