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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.