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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobby Womack to the punk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.