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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Stooges to the rap 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.