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 Austria 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs 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?
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.