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 Japan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the dance 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.