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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.