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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.