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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
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.