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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the disco 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Index,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.