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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Can,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.