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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Second Layer 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.