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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Crime,
ABC,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.