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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.