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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.