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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.