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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.