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 Finland 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Mars,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.