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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd 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?
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.