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 Liberia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.