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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
10cc,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.