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 Algeria 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.