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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.