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 China and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.