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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Gong,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.