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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.