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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Brick,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.