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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Saints to the grunge 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.