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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.