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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.