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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.