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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.