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 Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.