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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.