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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Babytalk to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Flipper,
MDC,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.