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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
JFA,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.