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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.