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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Offenders to the jazz 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
MDC,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.