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 Canada and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.