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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.