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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the grime 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.