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 Papua New Guinea 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
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.