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 Switzerland 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.