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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.