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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Marine Girls to the grunge 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter 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?
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.