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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.