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 Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.