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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Technova,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.