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 Brunei 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.