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 Lesotho 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.