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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set 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?
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.