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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.