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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.