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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the grime 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur 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 disco 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.