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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.