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 Austria 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.