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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.