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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.