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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Crime,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.