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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.