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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 snare 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.