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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
X-101,
June of 44,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.