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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.