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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Mars,
Sandy B,
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.