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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.