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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Zero Boys 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.