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 New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Q65,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.