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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.