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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.