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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.