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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.