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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.