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 Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.