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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.