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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.