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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.