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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.