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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.