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 France and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.