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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Altered Images to the disco 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.