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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.