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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.