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 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.