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 Cuba 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.