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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive 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?
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.