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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.