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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry 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.