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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.