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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.