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 Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Index,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.