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 Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.