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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
The Names,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.