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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.