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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.