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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.