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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.