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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
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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.