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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.