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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Faust,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
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.