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 Slovenia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.