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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.