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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.