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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.