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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Skatalites to the punk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.