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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Pylon,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.