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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Suicide,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.