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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.