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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.