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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.