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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Animal Collective to the crunk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.