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 China and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 The Gladiators to the disco 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.