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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Echospace to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.