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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.