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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.