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 Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.