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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.