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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
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.