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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cure 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Index,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
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.