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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 T. Rex to the techno 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
The Index,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.