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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.