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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.