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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Smog,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.