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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.