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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.