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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.