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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.