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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.