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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Busters to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
X-101,
Swans,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.