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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the rap 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.