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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.