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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.