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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.