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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.