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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.