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 United States and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.