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 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.