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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.