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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the grunge 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.