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 Egypt 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crooked Eye 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.