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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.