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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.