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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.