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 Romania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.