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 Norway 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tremeloes to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.