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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.