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 Luxembourg 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Cowsills to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts 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?
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.