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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.