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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Tremeloes to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.