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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.