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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Television,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.