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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.