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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.