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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.