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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.