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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Dead C to the rap 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
EPMD,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.