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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.