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 China 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.