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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.