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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Real Kids to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
The Cure,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.