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 Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.