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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.