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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.