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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Flipper to the grime 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.