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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.