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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.