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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 AZ 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Television,
Lalann,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.