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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 organ 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.