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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.