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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.