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 Belize 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.