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 Andorra 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.