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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Wire,
The Index,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.