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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.