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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.