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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.