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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.