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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.