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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.