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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.