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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Can,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Index,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.