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 Somalia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.