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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Monolake,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.