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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.