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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.