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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bar-Kays to the dance 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.