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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Gong,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.