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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.