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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
UT,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.