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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.