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 Suriname 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.