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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Swans,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.