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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Can,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.