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 Egypt 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.