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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.