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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the punk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.