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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 The Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.