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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 World's Most to the jazz 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.