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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
AZ,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.