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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
cv313,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Mars,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.