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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Skriet to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.