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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.