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 Brazil and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.