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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime 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 Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Yaz,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.