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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.