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 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.