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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
EPMD,
the Association,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.