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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.