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 Panama and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
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.