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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.