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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Adolescents to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.