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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.