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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Television,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.