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 Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.