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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Slits to the disco 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Nas,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.