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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the funk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.