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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 MC5 to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.