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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.