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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Faust,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.