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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.