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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the techno 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.