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 Nauru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.