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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Five Americans to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Skriet,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.