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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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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.