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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.