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 Saudi Arabia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.