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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moleskins to the grime 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 The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.