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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 MC5 to the punk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.