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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.