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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.