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 Israel 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.