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 Norway and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.