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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.