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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.