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 Ecuador 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 1968 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 Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.