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 Paraguay 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.