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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.