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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.