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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.