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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Amon Düül II to the funk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.