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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
June Days,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.