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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Suburban Knight to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Can,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.