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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.