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 Burundi and from Beijing.
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 Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.