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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.