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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.