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 Bahamas and from London.
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 Houston and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
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.