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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Index,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
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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.