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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.