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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.