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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Magazine,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.