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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Hashim,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.