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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.