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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 The Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.