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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
X-101,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.