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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Adolescents to the disco 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.