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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.