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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.