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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.