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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.