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 Taiwan 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.