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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.