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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
The Move,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.