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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.