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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.