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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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?
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.