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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Fear,
The Monks,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.