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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.