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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.