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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
CMW,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.