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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
UT,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.