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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.