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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.