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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Japan,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.