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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Can,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.