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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.