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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.