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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
UT,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.