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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Josef K 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.