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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
The Doors,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.