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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.