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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.