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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.