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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.