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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.