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 Germany and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.