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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Suicide,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.