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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.