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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 The Trojans to the electroclash 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Pylon,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.