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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.