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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.