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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
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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.