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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Moebius,
The Move,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.