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 Algeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.