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 Honduras and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 The Leaves to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Television,
June Days,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.