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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.