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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.