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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.