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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.