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 Estonia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.