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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.