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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
The Saints,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.