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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Audionom,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
UT,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.