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 Burundi and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.