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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.